Perhaps I misconstrue the words "Commander-in-Chief", but I swear before Jesus that English is my native tongue, and the whole title is only three words long.
Assume, arguendo, that the Dems hold the Senate in 2014.
As now, the House remains, by virtue of crass gerrymander, out of reach of democratic pressure, with no visible hope of redress until the 2020 redistricting, if then.
Must we accept, then, utter and complete stagnation until the congress elected in November 2020 is organized in January 2021? That is seven more lost years.
It is commonplace to respond to the fear of gun confiscation, (virtually universally voiced by anti-registration zealots) with a soothing tut-tut, coupled with strenuous oaths forswearing the passage of any law which might reach into the extant stash of any armed citizen in order once and for all to rid society of a manifest source of misery.
What if the scrappy demonstrators now drawing fire from government security forces are, in fact, neo-nazis and their allies? It looks that way to many.
Disclaimer: I know Nina Hartley from when she was still getting her RN at Cal, and I did her horoscope. I knew when I met her she was destined for greatness, and I was not disappointed.
I stumbled on this segment, incidentally, while following up on O-K's huffpost cite on he backstabbing Georgia judge issue.
Those of us who have long deplored the habit of hockey players to commence to wailing on each other at the drop of their gloves frequently refer to the seething male rivalries simmering in a testosterone laced cauldron as the proximate cause.
Nuh-uh. There must be something intrinsic about whizzing around the ice carrying a lethal weapon.
Olympic officials fear a repeat brawl between the US and Canadian skaters...kinda like roller derby but with clubs and razor sharp skates.
Lyndon Johnson famously knew that he was toast when Walter Kronkite turned against the Vietnam War "We've lost Kronkite" was how he put it". Well, Little Joey Sycophant has turned on Big Boy, and now there's only Rudy Giuliani left to pimp for him. If Christie could dance, the jig would be up.
OK, I am seriously outta touch.. I thought the ad in question was really cool--How can you object to people singing nice things about your country, notwithstanding how we have systematically fucked over the world (And yes, count me in the "blame America first caucus".
I don't drink soda, but I might buy a few cases of Coke and pour it out, just to make a point...
In what for a moment had seemed an official act of exquisite cruelty, the Crown Prosecution Service charged three men under a 19th century vagrancy statute. The outcry was quick and wide spread. The ostensible victim, the supermarket behind which the dumpster ("skip" in British) was located, interceded on the side of the men. (When you think about it, removing items from a dumpster adds value to the dumpster, since it obviates the need for more frequently paying to have it dumped...) Parenthetically, the British coalition government sucks.
Y'gotta pay the cost to be the boss...in this case, the cost is attorney's fees when one of your crew gets busted. It was bad enough when Christie sneered that he barely knew Wildstein in High School. Leaving him hanging in the wind with major legal fees was the last straw.
In March of 2009, Baby had just flown cross-country from visiting her sister in Seattle, bringing a rubbing of Jimi Hendrix's headstone, and a nice chunk of hash which she had tucked into a private place available only to ladies. While she and I were upstairs at the farm enjoying some quality time, our then host, Ray, pocketed the hash. Naturally she went nuts thinking she had simply lost it, and finally left the farm to return home. Ray proudly produced the hash.
From the utterly improbable brow of (loathsome centrist) Matt Miller, a fairly startling redux of Herman Cain (Nein, nein, nein...). "The Power of 15" . He does mix in a corporate tax reduction to 15% (irrelevant, as we know any nominal rate to be in a world full of clever tax attorneys) and a 15% VAT, which has some bleak implications although if well spent, the extra revenue could ameliorate much of the suffering of the poor. Overall, it's worth a read.
It's practically impossiible to actually draw an indictment under our post Citizens United jurisprudence, but this hypocritical stalwart of National Review managed it. Take me now, Jesus, I can die happy....
Just by his continued survival Subcomandante Marcos spits in the eye of the plutocracy, even as his Zapatistas retain control of Chiapas. His sister is a highly placed official in Mexico. He himself was a professor, educated in part at the Sorbonne.
The degrading squabble over the level at which a nation still retaining some small capacity for shame will say "Below this wage, by irrefutable presumption, labor is uncompensated, ergo (implicitly) slavery", serves only to distract the working class, the surplus value of whose labor is being stolen, from the fact of the theft;
We need a maximum ratio by which the most highly compensated may command the compensation of multiples of their fellow humans.
